The Church of 80% Sincerity (109-110) -80% sincerity is about as good as it's going to get. So is 80% compassion. 80Just a few passages that struck me:
The Church of 80% Sincerity (109-110) -80% sincerity is about as good as it's going to get. So is 80% compassion. 80% celibacy. So 20% of the time, you just get to be yourself. -This is contrary to everything society leads us to believe - that it's 100% or nothing -In the Church of 80% Sincerity, everyone has come to understand that unconditional love is a reality, but with a shelf life of about 8 to 10 seconds. Instead of beating yourself up because you feel it only fleetingly, you should savor those moments when it appears.
"Rubble is the ground on which our deepest friendships are built. If you haven't already, you will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and you never completely get over the loss of a deeply beloved person. But this is also good news. The person lives forever, in your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through, and you learn to dance with the banged-up heart. You dance to the absurdities of life; you dance to the minuet of old friendships." (174)
"Jesus had an affinity for prisoners. He had been one, after all. He must have often felt anxiety and isolation in jail, but he always identified with the prisoners. He made a point of befriending the worst and most hated, because his message was that no one was beyond the reach of divine love, despite society's way of stating the opposite. God: what a nut." (182)
And a C.S. Lewis quote - "We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it."...more
-Sinners have more good times, I say. -You know why? she ast. -Cause you ain't all the time worrying bout God, I say. -Excerpts from my favorite chapter:
-Sinners have more good times, I say. -You know why? she ast. -Cause you ain't all the time worrying bout God, I say. -Naw, that ain't it, she say. Us worry bout God a lot. But once us feel loved by God, us do the best us can to please him with what us like. -You telling me God love you, and you ain't never done nothing for him? I mean, not go to church, sing in the choir, feed the preacher and all like that? -But if God love me, Celie, I don't have to do all that. Unless I want to. There's a lot of other things I can do that I speck God likes. -Like what? I ast. -Oh, she say. I can lay back and just admire stuff. Be happy. Have a good time. -Well this sound like blasphemy sure nuff. -She say, Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show. Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God. ***** -Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything else, God love admiration. -You saying God vain? I ast. -Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. -What it do when it pissed off? I ast. -Oh, it make something else. People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back. -Yeah? I say. -Yeah, she say. It always making little surprises and springing them on us when us least expect. ***** -Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain't. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say Shug. Conjure up flowers, wind, water, a big rock. -But this hard work, let me tell you. He been there so long, he don't want to budge. He threaten lightening, floods and earthquakes. Us fight. I hardly pray at all. Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it. Amen....more
Ridiculously amazing! Read it through once super fast, reread my favorite parts, and then skimmed the whole thing to write down all the ways I wantedRidiculously amazing! Read it through once super fast, reread my favorite parts, and then skimmed the whole thing to write down all the ways I wanted to change my life!...more
So I'll be honest - this wasn't a top priority read. I wasn't counting on anything incredibly new, and I'm the world's worst pray-er and probably onlySo I'll be honest - this wasn't a top priority read. I wasn't counting on anything incredibly new, and I'm the world's worst pray-er and probably only a slightly better doer. But I was looking for one of Jonathan's books to read after going to his workshop at CCDA, and this was all the library had in stock.
So yes, there were a lot of stories I'd already heard before. But I still ended up folding a handful of pages with notes I wanted to remember. Here they are:
-You may remember an almost-word-for-word version of this sentence in Vonnegut's Palm Sunday that I highlighted: "Biological family is too small a vision." (23)
-Something I need to be constantly reminded of: "When the options are 'get rich' or 'save the world,' we can respond with, 'I want to become part of the people who ask for God's kingdom to come in their life together.' We can find our identity not in our work or our causes, but in 'Our Father in Heaven'." (32)
-"We must never fall in love with 'the revolution' or 'the movement.' We can easily become so genuinely driven by our vision for church growth, community or social justice that we forget the little things, like caring for those around us...[and quoting Bonhoeffer:] The person who loves their dream of community will destroy community, but the person who loves those around them will create community." (51)
-An awesome intentional community t-shirt slogan: "Everybody wants a revolution, but nobody wants to do the dishes." (69)
-A verse to go with the biblical interpretation of the Dispatch song, "The General": "The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still" (Exodus 14:14).
-Another point I need to be constantly reminded of, especially when it comes to prayer: "This is the great paradox and humor of God's audacious power: a stuttering prophet will be the voice of God, a barren old lady will be the mother of a nation, a shepherd boy will become their king, and a homeless baby will lead them home. God works not in spite of but THROUGH our frailty." (118)
So all in all, it's worth the minimal time it takes to digest this little book. It's comforting to see how Shane and Jonathan have grown wiser and gained perspective, especially with respect to community living. I'm probably overly bitter, but I love hearing from those who have done it, seen it through all kinds of pain and chaos, and are still doing it. And it was definitely cool seeing the Bible's classic prayers - the Lord's prayer, John 17, and Ephesians 1 - unpacked for their community visions. Now I just have to start praying them....more
I got this from the library not realizing that it was non-fiction and a sort of autobiographical collage (kind of like a blog beI love Kurt Vonnegut!!
I got this from the library not realizing that it was non-fiction and a sort of autobiographical collage (kind of like a blog before they existed). So it wasn't a tight, neat, clever story like Cat's Cradle, but I couldn't help totally loving this guy's writing, and much of his perspective on the world.
Some theological highlights:
-"I don't think anybody ever dreaded hell as much as most of us dread the contempt of our fellowmen. Under our new and heartfelt moral code, we might be able to horrify would-be evildoers with just that: the contempt of their fellowmen. For that contempt to be effective, though, we would need cohesive communities, which are about as common as bald eagles these days."
-"The nuclear family doesn't provide nearly enough companionship."
-"Be warned: if you allow yourself to see dignity in someone, you have doomed yourself to wanting to understand and help whoever it is."
-"It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness."
For someone who calls himself at various times an atheist, a Unitarian,a skeptical Free Thinker, and a Christ-loving agnostic, Vonnegut is pretty spot-on with much that I love in Christianity. He named his book "Palm Sunday" and finished it with a sermon. He quotes Bertrand Russell and Jesus in the same breath. And it's a really, really refreshing breath that I find myself never able to get enough of....more
Reading this book was like meeting a new friend. As is typical for me, I was skeptical at first. I knew Laura had recommended it as a good read, but aReading this book was like meeting a new friend. As is typical for me, I was skeptical at first. I knew Laura had recommended it as a good read, but as I breezed through the first few chapters, I found myself forming judgments. Basically, this Shauna girl's life was way too much like mine. SHE wasn't like me, but her life was. She grew up in the suburbs of Chicago, which is its own unique branch of the Bible belt. Her family vacations in a spot that is exactly like Caye Caulker, Belize, where I studied abroad. She studied abroad, too. And she worked at a Christian summer camp. And the list goes on. And then Laura reminded me that Shauna is the daughter of Bill Hybels, the pastor of Willow Creek Church. This made me even more inclined to dislike the book, but some force - maybe the readability of her writing or curiosity about our shared experience - drove me to read on.
Bit by bit, I grew to love the book. Shauna had a lot to say to me, and this was just the moment I needed to hear it. By the end, she had me bawling. I guess in the end it wasn't really her...it was the Holy Spirit speaking through her. But what a lovely vessel her words were! And what a telling testament to her writing, which she sees as both her greatest struggle and her greatest gift. So here's a sampling...way to generous a helping, but it was a library book so I had to copy down whole pages of wisdom that I didn't want to be without. I should probably commit them to memory – that's how much they meant to me...
About Random Stuff:
-"I practice believing that, bottom line, God loves me as-is, even if I never get my act together...I imagine God puts his hand on my head, on my heart, on my savage insecurities, and as he does it, he thinks thankful thoughts about me." (39)
-”I don't want to be building my bank account or my abs or my dream house when I could be dancing with Aaron at the beach bar on New Year's Eve, when I could be making crackers and cheese for dinner because we were on the boat till way after the shops closed, sunburnt and sandy and windblown, and happier there and together than anywhere else with anyone else.” (46)
-”I felt like my body was inaccurate in its representation of me, and that made me furious with it.” (63)
-”During a time when I had nothing to give but venom and tears, when I monopolized conversations and entertained the same conspiracy theories over and over again, this small circle of people were the words and fragrance and presence of God in unmistakable ways.” (105)
-[quoting a friend of hers:] “Everything is interim. Every season that I thought was stable and would be just how it was for a long time ended up being a preparation or a path to the next thing. When you decide to be on this journey with God, everything is interim.” (206)
-”I am thankful, I realized in those moments, thankful for the breaking of things that needed to be broken, that couldn't have been broken in any other way, thankful for the severing that allowed me to fall all the way down to the center of my fear and look it in the face, thankful for being set free from something I didn't even know I was enslaved to.” (212)
About Writing and Art:
-”For me, to write is an act of rebellion, an uprising against that part of me that needs to be responsible, helpful, adaptive...to do something sheerly out of a deep love for the act itself feels foreign and vaguely scandalous. It feels, I'm realizing, selfish. But little by little, when I start where I'm stuck, over and over, getting stuck and unstuck, something cracks through, and life reveals itself to me like a scroll unfurling, and I write about it. I struggle against myself, and I write about it. I don't figure out the solution in any tidy way, and I don't have a sharp and clever revelation, but bit by bit, writing is starting to worm its way into the dailiness of my life and is creating a home there. It is becoming less of a strange and distant dream and more and more of the actual way I live.” (78)
-”Writing for me feels like getting naked in public. It feels like falling to the bottom of a well and finding lots of creepy crawly things down there with you. It feels like opening up a box of snakes. It feels kooky and scary and out of control. It makes me upset sometimes, because it makes me honest.” (134)
-”Writing is my best chance at happiness, and it is the riskiest thing I can do. But that's how life is. The riskiest things always yield the best, most beautiful things.” (136)
-[I would have typed this whole chapter if I could:] "This is what I would have said [if I had stayed after the concert to talk to the band:]: Thank you. Thank you, and keep going. Please keep writing songs. Please keep believing in music, because we do, and we need it, and specifically, we need yours. We need the sounds and words and rhythms of hope and longing and beauty. We need the drums and the strings and the haunting twist of your voice. We need the poetry of your lyrics and the spirit and force of your sounds. We're desperate for great music, and there's so much out there, but never, ever enough. We're desperate for great storytellers, great painters, great dancers, great cooks, because art does something nothing else does [...:]
[a couple of awesome paragraphs about what art does:]
I know life is busy and hard, and that there's a crushing pressure to just settle down and get a real job and khaki pants and a haircut. But don't. Please don't. Please keep believing that life can be better, brighter, broader, because of the art that you make. Please keep demonstrating the courage that it takes to swim upstream in a world that prefers putting away for retirement to putting pen to paper, that chooses practicality over poetry, that values you more for going to the gym than going to the deepest places in your soul. Please keep making art for people like me, people who need the magic and imagination and honesty of great art to make the day-to-day world a little more bearable.
And if, for whatever reason, you've stopped - stopped believing in your voice, stopped fighting to find the time - start today. I bought a mug for my friend, from the Paper Source in Chicago, and the mug says, "Do something creative every day." Do that. Do something creative every day, even if you work in a cubicle, even if you have a newborn, even if someone told you a long time ago that you're not an artist, or you can't sing, or you have nothing to say. Those people are bad people, and liars, and we hope they develop adult-onset acne really bad. Everyone has something to say. Everyone. Because everyone, every person was made by God, in the image of God. If he is a creator, and in fact he is, then we are creators, and no one, not a bad seventh-grade English teacher or a harsh critic or a jealous competitor, can take that away from you [...:]
So to all the secret writers, late-night painters, would-be singers, lapsed and scared artists of every stripe, dig out your paintbrush, or your flute, or your dancing shoes. Pull out your camera or your computer or your pottery wheel. Today, tonight, after the kids are in bed or when your homework is done, or instead of one more video game or magazine, create something, anything. Pick up a needle and thread and stitch together something particular and honest and beautiful, because we need it. I need it.
Thank you, and keep going."(227-230)
-[I'm giving away the end, but this is so good!:] “What if, all at once, all the shabby, tired, used-up bodies and minds started to wriggle and pop, like they've been dropped into a deep-fryer, sizzling and dancing, transformed into motion? And something that has been deadened and distracted by the tension and noise of this world comes to life anew, wakes up and wiggles like a fritter in a frying pan, anointed, and taught to dance. Because we were made for motion, for arching up toward God with all the energy and passion of a thunderstorm, lightning slicing through a sleepy world to remind us that we serve a fast-dancing God, a God who set this world whirling and crashing through space so that we could live from our toes and drum out the pulse of a billion veins carrying lifeblood to a billion hearts, temples to a God that got his hands dirty making us from dust. Let's get dirty, in his name. Let's sizzle and pop in his name. Let's dance and shimmer and scrawl out our stories across the sky, like he taught us to. Let's echo his words, and let our lives speak those words: it is good.” (235)...more
Okay, since I have a horrible memory, and this is a library book, I'm going to use this space to write down all my favorite quotes from the book:
-If yOkay, since I have a horrible memory, and this is a library book, I'm going to use this space to write down all my favorite quotes from the book:
-If you want to see where you are, you will have to get out of your spaceship, out of your car, off your horse, and walk over the ground. On foot you will find that the earth is still satisfyingly large and full of beguiling nooks and crannies. (20)
-There should be no relenting in our efforts to influence politics and politicians. But in the name of honesty and sanity we must recognize the limits of politics. (32)
-"Environment" means that which surrounds or encircles us; it means a world separate from ourselves, outside us. The real state of things, of course, is far more complex and intimate and interesting than that. The world that environs us, that is around us, is also within us. We are made of it; we eat, drink, and breathe it; it is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh. It is also a Creation, a holy mystery, made for and to some extent by creatures, some but by no means all of whom are humans. This world, this Creation, belongs in a limited sense to us, for we may rightfully require certain things of it - the things necessary to keep us fully alive as the kind of creature we are - but we also belong to it, and it makes certain rightful claims on us: that we care properly for it, that we leave it undiminished not just to our children but to all the creatures who live in it after us. None of this intimacy and responsibility is conveyed by the word "environment". (34)
-The way to bring discipline into one's personal or household or community economy is to limit one's economic geography. (39)
-And if people lose the ability to feed themselves, how can they be said to be free? (49)
-Anybody who is interested in real harmony, in economic and ecological justice, will see immediately that such justice requires not international uniformity but international generosity toward local diversity. (50)
-It is wrong to condemn people for doing a thing and then offer no alternative but failure. A person could get mad about that. (64)
-This war was said to be "about peace." So have they all been said to be. This was another in our series of wars "to end war." But peace is not the result of war, and more than love is the result of hate or generosity the result of greed. (70-71)
-Dualistic minds conclude that the formula for man-making is man = body + soul. But that conclusion cannot be derived, except by violence, from Genesis 2:7, which is not dualistic. The formula given in Genesis 2:7 is not man = body + soul; the formula there is soul = dust + breath. According to this verse, God did not make a body and put a soul into it, like a letter into an envelope. He formed man out of dust; then, by breathing His breath into it, He made the dust live. The dust, formed as man and made to live,did not embody a soul; it became a soul. "Soul" here refers to the whole creature. Humanity is thus presented to us, in Adam, not as a creature of two discrete parts temporarily glued together but as a single mystery. (106)
-We are free, if we choose, to make a duality of our one living soul by disowning the breath of God that is our fundamental bond with one another and with other creatures. But we can make the same duality by disowning the dust. (107)
-There is no material or subject in Creation that in using, we are excused from using well; there is no work in which we are excused from being able and responsible artists. (113)
-The "liberals" will not oppose promiscuity because they do not wish to appear intolerant of "individual liberty." The "conservatives" will not oppose promiscuity because sexual discipline would reduce the profits of corporations, which in their advertisements and entertainments encourage sexual self-indulgence as a way of selling merchandise. (123)
-Those who wish to help communities to survive had better understand that a merely political freedom means little within a totalitarian economy. (129)
-The sexuality of community life, whatever its inevitable vagaries, is centered on marriage, which joins two living souls as closely as, in this world, they can be joined. This joining of two who know, love, and trust one another brings them in the same breath into the freedom of sexual consent and into the fullest earthly realization of the image of God. From their joining, other living souls come into being, and with them great responsibilities that are unending, fearful, and joyful. The marriage of two lovers joins them to one another, to forebears, to descendants, to the community, to Heaven and to earth. It is the fundamental connection without which nothing holds, and trust is its necessity. (139)
-Because [sex:] is so powerful, it is risky, not just because of the famous dangers of venereal disease and "unwanted pregnancy" but also because it involves and requires a giving away of the self that if not honored and reciprocated, inevitably reduces dignity and self-respect. The invitation to give oneself away is not, except for the extremely ignorant or the extremely foolish, an easy one to accept. (144)
-To argue that works of art are "only" fictions or self-expressions and therefore cannot cause bad behavior is to argue also that they cannot cause good behavior. It is, moreover, to make an absolute division between art and life ... "the purpose of any art is to teach, to delight, and above all to move". Of course art moves us! (159) ...more